I Survived Book New Novels & Stories

This is saying out loud: this happened to me, and I survived it, and I'm still here. I open to chapter seven. This is the chapter about the park. About the moment that fractured everything and then started putting it back together in a different shape. About the attack. About what he did. About what I did. About the specific moment when I understood that survival wasn't the same thing as living. I start reading.

And that terrified me. I slid carefully out of bed, not wanting to wake Noah just yet, and padded barefoot to the kitchen. The early light streamed through the windows, casting long golden beams across the counter. I made a pot of coffee and sat at the table, laptop open, staring at the last page I’d typed the night before. The title still blinked at the top of the document: Surviving the Fire: A Journey of Love and Healing.

The sharp edge cut my skin a little bit, but I didn't care. I wasn't just a waitress from a café anymore. I wasn't just a guest in a mansion. I was a survivor. The van was moving fast now. We were leaving the mansion. We were going into the city. I didn't know where they were taking me. I didn't know if they would kill me or hurt me to make me remember the secret book. But as I sat in the dark, I made a promise to myself. "I am going to stay strong," I whispered. To be continued...

their human mate with a hunger for revenge. I discover I’m more than a pawn.. I’m their queen.. and anyone who comes for what’s mine won’t survive the night.. New Young adult book- $EX EDUCATION WITH MY STEPBROTHERS, PLEASE FOLLOW UP WITH THAT BOOK AS WELL. If this story moved you, surprised you, or stayed with you a little longer than you expected — that is everything I hoped for. Please share it with someone who might need i Until then, thank you. Truly. Your reading is what makes the writing worthwhile. With gratitude and hope, Your Author

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

With shaky hands, I opened the book, preparing myself to answer whatever questions he had—if it meant saving my life, which, against all odds, had been spared just a week ago. Why was I saved, only to die later? I thought bitterly. It feels so stupid, useless even. “What was your intention after you woke up?” He asked, pulling his chair close and sitting down. "When you realized you were still alive and in a completely different pack?" “I didn’t think much about it. I only thought about how lucky I was to be saved,” I wrote. "Now that you’re awake and well, wouldn’t you like to return to your pack?" he suggested.

She knew I could see it. Only she and my grandmother knew that name. "I’m so happy… my Nia has grown strong in a place I couldn’t see. I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you." I shook my head through tears. I was happy too; I had never thought I’d get to see her again. "As long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy." In the end, I woke slowly on the operating table. The world had returned to normal. Winson was imprisoned for rape, tax evasion, and unlawful confinement.

“That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.” Even as I said that, my nails dug deep into my palms. I couldn’t accept it. Was this really the ending someone like me deserved? Weren’t the truly vile ones Callie and Dan? All I ever wanted… was to survive. Ruth stared at me intently. Just when I thought she was about to crush me like she had crushed countless zombies, she suddenly stepped forward. Then, she grabbed

… White light flashed, and I returned to the real world. I was back in my old apartment. Everything felt like a long dream. I looked at myself in the mirror. My image felt familiar, yet strange. In that world, I had felt the depths of hate and the thrill of revenge. Everything had settled into a quiet calm. My phone buzzed with a news alert. [Genius pianist Xavier Zane announces a global tour. Tickets sold out instantly!] I froze. Xavier Zane? I clicked on the article and saw a face that I could never forget.

And for the first time since I’d landed in this nightmare, I finally realized with dawning clarity that maybe there was no way back. In a bizarre stroke of bad luck I’d woken up inside of a romance book, which looked like more and more of a war biopic everyday. If I was going to survive this, I needed to get serious. I looked around and spotted a small knife on the ground near my feet, then I picked it up and held it out in front of me, trying my hardest to be brave. Let them come.